Musings and Meanderings

Month: August 2015

He told every one of us a different story. Those of us he spoke to, anyway. He flirted shamelessly with Angela. She was drawn to him like a bear to honey, practically tugging on my hand to come with her to see him. I don’t know what he said to her but she was smitten. … More The Summer Affair

There are special places on this earth that aren’t marked by giant signs, there’s no neon involved or fancy marketing, they just quietly exist. These are the places I live to uncover. This is where enchantment lives, where it originates. Little wellsprings of wonder bubbling up only once in a while and when the bubbles … More Enchanted Wine

We are to be up, dressed and in the car early, early, early this morning. Today we are going to Florence. Of all the cities in Italy, this is the one that gets the most thumbs ups from my friends. I am really looking forward to whatever magic it chooses to reveal to me. The … More Bones, Venus and God’s Brother

A few friends have asked me for my specific itinerary from my Italian Adventure this past May and June. I thought I would lay it out in brief here. It was a full 26 days with 2 towns on some days and one town for three days but each place will get one short paragraph … More The Italian Adventure – Abridged

Today we ride the rails. We purchase our tickets at a window in a building with high ceilings and tall chandeliers of wrought iron. Long wooden benches, smooth from years of use, sit in formation facing the ticket windows in expectation. There are two people ahead of us. We didn’t order our tickets online, we chose … More On a Mission

I love the smell of California in the morning. It’s this light freshness that tricks me into believing the day will be cool. Not so, these past August days. Today, while tooling around Los Angeles I took in the dichotomy that defines this city. An IHOP that has complimentary valet parking for those that cannot … More The Pits

There is such a relaxed freedom in traveling alone. I am responsible for only me. Every decision to be made needs to run through whatever filters are currently open in my mind alone. Today I choose to treat myself to a big girl, grown-up, sit-down meal at Le Grand Comptoir at the Houston airport, while … More Paris Back Booth